This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

Where wild winds rush,

Causing sea waves through tall grass.

Where crystal clear water

Crashes and dances in rocky stream beds.

Where tall stately evergreens

Climb up mountain ladders.

Where eyes narrow and strain

To absorb distant, hazy vistas.

Where wild animals still find refuge

In nature’s embrace.

Where eagles still glide free

Through space and time.

Where colorful cutthroat trout

Lurk in clear, cold, rocky domains.

Where golden aspen leaves shake,

Then fall in cold, clean air.

Find this special place and look for me —

Cause I’ll be there.